Theta Reveries

Slowly motivated
to stare down the midnight anguish
satisfied by the second-wind.

The non-tangible warmth
of a late Summer’s night.

We stare into space
re-absorbed into the heart of the Universe
As sure as transcendence wraps us in its permanence
I have met the Sea.

Gazing through the blinding Azathoth, of desire
mine is to become
the God-mother of the abyss.
The shining black flame of limitlessness.

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